Previously on Enterprise:
Status.
We're getting reports
of anomalies on all decks.
Think what you're
asking me to do.
Build a weapon to destroy
an entire world.
We do not have enough
information about the humans.
That can be remedied.
They're locking on
to the starboard docking port.
I'm reading 23 intruders
on Decks C, D and E.
We're preparing
to test the weapon
on an uninhabited planet,
but we're going to need
another shipment of kemocite.
I'll contact Gralik.
Gralik, I have some
questions for you.
I want to know where they're
shipping this kemocite.
It could lead us
to the weapon.
There's no doubt
about it, Captain.
This isotope was used
in the weapon
that attacked Earth.
You offered to help us.
Are you still willing?
If you're prepared to trust me.
We've modified
the radiolytic signature.
If you can get it
on board their ship,
I'll be able to track it.
Degra is going to discover
that you sabotaged his kemocite.
You should just be concerned
with finding this weapon.
They broke orbit
five minutes ago, Captain.
ARCHER:
Are you picking up
the tracking signal?
SATO:
Loud and clear.
( com chirps )
Yes.
Commander Shran, would you
come to the Bridge.
Status.
We've lost
the warp trail.
Continue scanning.
You know what we're
looking for, Lieutenant.
It shouldn't be that
difficult to find.
Commander.
We've been searching for weeks.
And we'll continue searching
until we've accomplished
our mission.
Or until
we're destroyed?
You've seen
what this place is like.
What are the chances
they've survived?
We have our orders.
We should head back
to Andoria
while we're still able.
You sound like you're afraid
of this Expanse, Lieutenant.
I'd expect that
from a Vulcan,
not a member
of the Imperial Guard.
Continue scanning.
Don't underestimate
these pinkskins, Lieutenant.
They're still out there.
/ It's been a long road /
/ Getting from there to here /
/ It's been a long time /
/ But my time is finally near /
/ And I will see my dream
come alive at last /
/ I will touch the sky /
/ And they're not gonna
hold me down no more /
/ No, they're not gonna
change my mind /
/ 'Cause I've got faith
of the heart /
/ I'm going where my heart
will take me /
/ I've got faith to believe /
/ I can do anything /
/ I've got strength
of the soul /
/ No one's gonna bend
or break me /
/ I can reach any star /
/ I've got faith /
/ I've got, I've got /
/ I've got faith,
faith of the heart. /
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Where are the others?
Delayed.
I said the matter was urgent.
Typical humanoid arrogance.
You expect us to come
scurrying whenever
it suits you.
I'm sorry to inconvenience you,
but I'm sure
you'll find
the journey worth the effort.
The weapon is ready?
Not quite.
Then why are you
wasting our time?
The new prototype
has been completed.
We've scheduled a test.
When?
Three days.
You'll be able
to view
the test remotely
from this chamber.
If everything goes as planned,
we should be ready to deploy
the final version in a month,
maybe sooner.
And the human threat will
finally be eliminated.
I hope you find that
worth your time.
The signal was so weak
I wasn't even sure
that it was there at first.
But you are now?
Yes, sir.
The isotopic signature
matches the kemocite
that you planted
on the Xindi ship.
Set a course.
Tell Trip I
want everything
he can give me
from the engines.
Captain, as you know,
Ensign Sato and I
have been working
to reconstruct
our database.
And?
We've managed to dig
about 30% of the lost data
out of the redundant
memory core.
Enough to begin
piecing together
a map of the
spatial anomalies.
The signal lies just beyond
a dense field of them.
Here.
How long to go around it?
The field is massive.
17 days at warp five.
Alert the crew
it's going to get rough.
Tucker to the Bridge.
ARCHER:
Go ahead.
I've got the warp reactor
buttoned up.
We're as ready as
we'll ever be.
Acknowledged.
T'Pol?
I've charted the
largest anomalies,
but the field is
extremely dense.
We may not be able
to avoid all of them.
Do your best.
Travis... take us in.
One half impulse.
Aye, sir.
Come to bearing two-seven-five,
mark eight.
Hard to port!
We just grazed it.
No damage.
Just how accurate
is this map of yours?
Considering I only have 30%
of our database to work with...
There's an anomaly forming
directly ahead.
It's expanding.
Expanding?
I've never seen this before.
They're merging--
building on one another.
Which way, Sub-commander?
It's growing too rapidly.
Emergency power to hull plating!
Brace for impact!
We're losing hull integrity.
Atmosphere is venting
on D-Deck.
Come about.
Get us out of here.
The helm's
not responding.
We've been completely
enveloped.
Main power's going down.
Sir, I'm picking up
something out there.
I think it's a ship.
Can you
identify it?
There's too
much distortion.
A tractor beam's
locked on to us.
We've been pulled out.
They're hailing us.
I guess we owe someone
thank you.
Captain Archer.
Look at the trouble
you've gotten your pink skin
into this time.
( sighs )
You're braver than
I imagined.
I wouldn't try to traverse
an anomaly field
in a ship
this fragile.
You don't seem to be
having any trouble.
We've discovered
a few tricks to
deal with them.
How did you
locate us?
We have a record
of your warp signature
from our last encounter.
Our ships are considerably
faster than Enterprise.
It wasn't difficult
to catch up with you.
That explains how
you got here--
it doesn't explain why.
Your world was
brutally attacked.
The Imperial Guard thought
you'd be grateful
to have an ally...
considering no one else came
rushing to your aid.
And how did the Imperial Guard
know Earth had been attacked?
Seven million killed?
Not exactly a state secret.
Especially if you're
monitoring communications
between Starfleet
and the Vulcan
High Command.
What happened to your uniform,
Sub-commander?
Not that I don't find
your new look becoming, but...
it's not exactly
regulation, is it?
I resigned my commission.
Yes, and I believe I heard
something about that.
Why are you here?
Your world is
in jeopardy,
and where are
your friends--
the Vulcans?
Where is their mighty fleet?
They couldn't even spare
one officer.
She was forced to abandon
her career
to remain on your ship.
A remarkably
selfless act...
for a Vulcan.
But we've come
to your aid.
We've come into the Expanse
when they refused.
We're here to help you.
If you don't
want our assistance,
then we'll leave you to deal
with the Xindi on your own...
just like the Vulcans
have done.
Targeting sensors are down,
hull plating...
We're damn lucky the torpedoes
were all in safe mode.
If one of them
had detonated...
Phase-cannons?
They haven't even got
enough power
to light a campfire.
How long to fix them?
I couldn't even guess
without a chance to
sort this out.
Commander Shran
offered to send
his tactical officer
over to help.
We'd be giving them access
to critical systems, sir.
The kemocite signal
Hoshi picked up
could lead us to
the Xindi weapon.
We're going to need
our defenses.
I don't like the idea of having
the Andorians down here
any more than you do...
but we could use their help.
Aye, sir.
The Andorian shuttle
has docked.
Good. Let's put
them to work.
I recommend we assign
a security detail
to each repair crew.
You've been talking
to Lieutenant Reed?
They're here to help, T'Pol.
That doesn't mean we
shouldn't exercise caution.
I'm not going to ask
them to work with
guns at their heads
just because you
don't like them.
I neither like
nor dislike Andorians.
I simply had a great deal
of experience with them.
I appreciate that.
But whatever
problems exist
between Vulcan
and Andoria
don't involve us.
Not at the moment.
We weren't always
so antagonistic, Captain.
In fact, despite
their heightened emotions,
our first contact
with Andorians
seemed promising.
What happened?
They were duplicitous.
They only honored agreements
that didn't conflict
with their interests.
Is that your assessment
or the High Command's?
Considering the importance
of this mission,
I feel compelled to point out
that they've proven
untrustworthy in the past.
I don't trust them
either, T'Pol,
but based on
my experience,
I think I can trust
Commander Shran.
Coffee, black.
No tea?
Yeah, no crumpets, either,
thank you.
Oh, I need
all the caffeine I can get.
What's the situation
in Engineering?
Bad. The Armory?
Worse.
Which one of you is Reed?
I'm Lieutenant Reed.
I assumed I'd find you
in the Armory,
not relaxing here.
( sniffs )
What is that?
It's coffee.
And just for the record,
I haven't left the armory
for so much as
a bathroom break
in nearly 12 hours.
And... you are?
Lieutenant Talas
of the Imperial Warship Kumari.
Oh.
This is Commander Tucker,
our chief engineer.
Pleasure.
I've been ordered
to assist you.
Indeed.
Well, I'll see if I can find
something for you to do.
I have duties of my own.
The sooner your ship
is repaired, the sooner
I can get back to them.
Well, I'll let you two
get acquainted.
I wasn't sure
we'd find you alive.
Under the circumstances,
I'd say we have something
to celebrate.
I appreciate the gesture,
but we have a lot
of repairs to make.
And your crew is doing
a fine job of making them.
Have a drink with me.
You've earned a brief respite.
Andorian ale.
You seemed to enjoy it
the last time we met.
I took the liberty
of bringing a few extra bottles.
Thanks.
To a swift victory.
( sighs )
So...
( pouring more ale )
How did you get picked
for this assignment?
I volunteered.
It made sense.
I've had the greatest amount
of contact with pink...
With humans.
And the last time we met, you
helped my people avert a war.
I don't like unpaid debts.
We keep doing each other favors.
Isn't that how alliances
are born?
I haven't seen
you in a while.
As long as you're here,
maybe you can
give me a hand.
Touch this to the phase
regulator there,
while I check
the polarity.
I thought you might
be avoiding me.
Three neuro-pressure sessions
a week is hardly avoiding you.
Yeah.
The Captain asked for
an update on your repairs.
Well, three of the
injectors are burned out,
the restricter coils
are completely fried...
How long until we warp?
I would say at least
two days, but, uh,
the blue guys
really know their stuff.
We should be up and
running in about,
oh, 12 hours.
Is there a problem?
No. Keep me informed
of your progress.
Hand me the micro-
spanner, please.
I've brought some equipment
that should align those relays
much more precisely.
This spanner
will do the job nicely.
If you wouldn't mind.
Is there anything else
I can get you?
Some coffee perhaps?
Oh, that'll be lovely.
Since you clearly
don't need my help
I'll return to my ship.
Thank you for the hospitality.
Give my regards
to Commander Shran.
For what it's worth, Lieutenant,
I'm not here
to steal your secrets.
It'd hardly be worth the effort.
I beg your pardon?
Last time I saw weapons
like these was during
my early tactical training.
I'm sorry I wasted your time
on our primitive systems.
Not at all.
I found it nostalgic.
Just be careful
when you reconnect
that to your powergrid.
You didn't reset
the EPS synchronizer.
You may singe your eyebrows
when you bring it back online.
Lieutenant Talas?
I apologize if I've been rude.
Why don't I
get us both
a cup of coffee and we can align
these relays together.
Captain's Starlog
December 6, 2153.
With some assistance
from the Andorians
we've managed to steer clear
of anomalies.
200 million kilometers.
Close enough, Travis.
We don't want
to give ourselves away.
Aye, sir.
It's a G-type
star system--
six planets with over
a hundred moons.
Any bio signs?
There's a great deal
of debris in the system.
I can't tell
from this range.
Our sensors are more
sophisticated than yours.
We should be able to scan
the system
without betraying our presence.
If I may.
This is Commander Shran.
Go ahead.
Transfer our long-range
sensor data to Enterprise.
Yes, Commander.
It's coming in.
T'POL:
Four vessels.
All Xindi.
T'POL:
Many of the moons
show evidence
of extensive weapons
bombardment.
Why attack an
uninhabited system?
I don't think
they attacked anyone.
It's Bikini Atoll.
What?
When my species was developing
primitive nuclear weapons,
they needed places
to test them.
One was a remote island
called Bikini Atoll.
So you believe this is
some kind of proving ground?
It's possible.
If they are getting ready
to test their weapon,
we're running out of time.
I wouldn't recommend
a frontal assault.
Your weapons are damaged,
critical systems are down
all over your ship.
And you're outnumbered
four-to-one.
I thought it was four-to-two.
Even our combined forces
don't stand a chance against
that kind of firepower.
I'm not ready to risk my ship
when we don't even know
if the Xindi weapon is here.
I agree.
We need to get
a closer look.
What do you propose we do...
fly up to them and ask them
what they're doing?
Ensign, Commander.
I'll take him from here.
Mr. Tucker, how are
your repairs coming along?
Pretty well,
thanks to your people.
But I was wondering
if I could ask a favor.
I'm told your
anti-matter injectors
use variable
compression nozzles.
Told by whom?
That's rather sensitive
information.
I don't want to get anyone
in trouble,
but one of those injectors
would work wonders
for our engines.
I imagine it would.
I don't know,
Commander.
That's a sophisticated
piece of technology.
I thought
we were allies here.
That remains to be seen.
You have my condolences over
the attack on your world.
Thanks.
I understand your
sister was killed.
Captain Archer told me.
Well, lots of people
lost family.
No great victory
comes without sacrifice.
The dispute
between my people
and the Vulcans
hasn't been bloodless.
Border skirmishes were
common a few decades ago.
They'd violate our territory,
we'd retaliate.
I was still in school
when my older brother
joined the Imperial Guard.
He was assigned to a
forward surveillance unit.
I can understand why you seek
vengeance against these Xindi.
I'd love to get my hands on
whoever ordered that attack...
but that's not why we're here.
You have no desire to
make these people pay
for the death
of your sister?
I just want to make sure
they don't get the chance
to finish what they started.
( door slides open )
So any help you can give us...
I'll have that anti-matter
injector delivered to you.
I appreciate it.
XINDI-HUMANOID ( over com ):
Degra, what's the delay?
Stand by.
We have been standing by
for nearly an hour.
We're confirming
the final power readings.
I wouldn't want you to be
disappointed with the results.
Deploy the weapon.
Initiate firing protocols.
( alarm blaring )
What is it?
DEGRA:
A ship just entered the system.
We can't identify it.
Abort the test.
Return the weapon
to the launch platform.
Degra, report.
Stand by.
Activate all defense systems.
Contact the other vessels and
have them intercept that ship.
Degra?
DEGRA:
We are securing the weapon.
I'll resume contact when I can.
We're receiving a
transmission from the ship.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Shran
of the Andorian Mining
Consortium.
You've entered restricted space.
Leave immediately.
Restricted?
I had no idea.
We don't want to cause
any trouble.
We're looking for
a rare element...
Archerite.
We picked up some promising
readings coming
from your system.
I don't care
what you're looking for.
Turn your ship around and leave.
Of course, of course.
But you don't mind
if we finish our scans?
Archerite is
extremely valuable to us.
Even a few kilos
will pay our expenses
for the next ten cycles.
They're scanning our ships.
We're not trying
to violate your privacy.
Our sensors
are omni-directional.
There's nothing
to be concerned about.
Deactivate your scans
and leave or we'll destroy you.
There's no need for threats.
We'll leave.
But if this system
does contain Archerite
you just missed out
your opportunity
to collect
a generous percentage.
Stop the scan.
Take us out of the system,
but not too quickly.
The Andorian Mining Consortium
runs from no one.
It's emitting high levels
of radiation.
It could be anything.
A power generator
of some kind.
A fusion reactor.
It has the same
quantum signature
as the weapon
that attacked Earth.
What's the status
of our repairs?
Impulse and warp engines
are nominal.
Hull plating
is at 82%.
Weapons?
Mr. Reed reports
the anomaly caused
more damage
than he originally
estimated.
How long?
He isn't certain.
Perhaps two days.
If they are here
to test that thing,
we may not have
two days.
Why the urgency?
This can't be
the final version
of the weapon.
T'Pol's analysis shows
it isn't powerful enough
to destroy
an entire planet.
Let them run their tests.
Why destroy this
prototype when we
can see it in use?
Gauge its destructive power?
I don't intend
to destroy it.
If we could get our
hands on this weapon,
Starfleet might
be able to figure
out a defense.
We're going
to take it.
The phase-couplers
are charging.
Yeah. All we have left
is to reset the emitters.
What's the frequency?
I'll do it.
You don't trust me.
No offense,
but when it comes
to our weapons frequencies,
I wouldn't trust my own mother.
Is your mother considered
a security risk?
That's just an expression.
An odd one.
My mother's security clearance
is higher than mine.
Really?
She commanded
an Imperial infantry unit.
You come from a military family.
Four generations.
Three, on my father's side.
He must be disappointed in you.
What?
Betraying your family tradition
by serving on a ship
of exploration.
Actually, we haven't done much
exploring for quite a while.
But since you asked,
he wasn't very pleased.
The Royal Navy was his life.
Perhaps he'd feel differently
if he saw you now.
Fighting for the survival
of your race.
I'm sure he would.
Right. All done.
I'll power it up
and we'll see
where we stand.
Report.
They've launched
the prototype.
Can we get
a closer look?
This is Shran.
Yes, Commander?
Transfer our sensor telemetry
to Enterprise.
Are these the satisfying results
you promised?
The device was building
to an overload.
We were forced
to shut it down.
Why?
What happened?
I need time
to analyze the data.
Time?!
We have given you more
than enough time!
We were promised a weapon
to destroy the humans
in one stroke,
not peck away at them
bit by bit.
That moon was nearly
split in two.
Clearly, progress has been made.
Not enough.
Every failure puts us at risk.
Degra, can the problem
be rectified?
Once I've recovered the device,
I'll have more information.
XINDI-REPTILIAN:
We hope so!
T'POL:
The output was much greater
than the probe
that attacked Earth.
But still,
I don't believe the device
reached its maximum yield.
We detected power fluctuations.
It appears it was building
toward an overload.
Are you saying
this was a failure?
A spectacular one,
but yes.
( chuckles )
Gralik...
an arboreal Xindi
we met at a facility
that manufactured
one of the components
for the weapon--
he promised
to help us.
Looks like he kept his word.
Why haven't they retrieved it?
It's still emitting
high levels of radiation.
How long till it's safe
enough to get close?
Six hours at least.
We've got to get to it
before they do.
What if we shield
the launch bay?
Evacuate all the
adjacent compartments?
Could we bring it
aboard any sooner?
Our shielding wouldn't be
sufficient to protect the crew.
Use my ship.
Our force field
will contain the radiation.
We'll secure the device
in our cargo bay
until it's safe
to transfer it to Enterprise.
That's a generous offer.
But what are we supposed
to do, cheer you on?
It's four against two,
remember?
This would be
a joint venture.
Archer to Lieutenant Reed.
Reed here, sir.
What's the status on weapons?
Torpedoes are back online,
and thanks to Lieutenant Talas,
we should have
phase-cannons
within the hour.
We're going to need them.
Archer out.
I wish we had more time.
You're only going to get
94% efficiency from
the phase-cannons.
I've never gotten
above 93.
If you ever decide
to leave the Imperial Guard,
Starfleet could
certainly use you.
And if you get tired
of exploring,
you'd do well
in the Imperial Guard.
I appreciate
your offer, Shran.
We accept.
I'll return to my ship.
I'm going with you.
I plan to be there when you
bring the weapon aboard.
That won't be necessary.
We'll keep you informed.
That's not good enough.
If something goes wrong...
The Kumari is a warship
with a battle-tested crew.
They're capable
of performing their duties
without you looking
over their shoulders.
What happened to this being
a joint venture?
We'll render
whatever assistance we can,
but my crew won't take orders
from you.
They're going to have to.
The Imperial Guard doesn't serve
at your leisure, pinkskin!
This is my mission!
And you pass up
your best chance for success
over a matter of pride?!
This isn't
about pride.
The Xindi killed seven million
humans, not Andorians.
I won't put the fate
of my people
in the hands
of the Imperial Guard.
Now, we could
use your help,
but if you're not happy
with me calling the shots,
then we'll go it alone.
I've seen the scans
you've transmitted, Commander.
Impressive.
Archer's science officer
believes
the weapon is unstable.
It nearly overloaded.
The Vulcan?
I have no reason
to doubt her assessment.
She seems... competent.
We'll review her data.
Proceed as planned.
General,
the humans may yet become
valuable allies.
If your mission is successful,
we won't need an alliance
with them
or anyone.
Why squander the opportunity?
Is this mission worth making
enemies of them?
It's not up to you
to determine the value
of this mission, Commander.
I trust your regard
for this pinkskin
won't cause you to forget that.
What are you doing?
Why are you accessing
the sensors?
They weren't damaged.
Not by the anomaly.
With all the bypasses
we've been running,
we obviously could have
created some additional
problems.
You're just being thorough?
You wouldn't want
to be in a battle
with the Xindi
and suddenly find yourself
flying blind.
Hmm.
So anything we need
to worry about?
Your lateral array
was out of alignment.
I corrected it.
All other systems
are functioning properly.
I'd take this ship
into combat myself.
Even with our primitive
weapons?
It's not the weapon.
It's the soldier
who wields it.
What is it?
The ship.
The Andorians?
No. The bio-signs
are human.
Send the escort ships
to intercept.
We have to keep them
away from the weapon.
Two Xindi ships approaching.
Tactical alert.
Evasive maneuvers, Ensign.
Aye.
Hail the captain.
The two reptilian ships
are moving toward us.
The other vessels
are holding position.
Try to keep them busy.
Acknowledged.
I await your orders.
Let's go get it.
Charge weapons
and set a course.
Another vessel.
It's the Andorian ship.
They're working together.
Get our ships back here now!
Hull plating's holding.
Return fire.
Target their engines.
They're breaking off.
They're heading
back into the system.
Pursue course, Ensign.
Continue firing all weapons.
We have it.
Take us out of the system,
maximum speed.
Are they following?
No.
The human vessel
disabled main propulsion
on both ships.
What about Enterprise?
They've gone to warp.
No apparent damage.
Contact T'Pol.
Have her meet us
at the rendezvous point.
Is there a problem?
Inform
the Imperial Guard
we have the weapon.
Set a course for Andoria.
Maximum warp.
What are you doing?
I'm afraid we won't be taking
orders from you any longer.
Now I see why you generously
offered to let us use your ship.
You son of a bitch.
I was ordered
to retrieve the weapon,
by whatever means necessary.
I'm starting to think
the Vulcans
may be right about you.
The Vulcans are the reason
we're doing this.
What are you talking about?
For 200 years all that's kept
them from invading Andoria
is the threat
of massive retaliation.
With a weapon of this magnitude
at our disposal,
they wouldn't dare attack us.
You're putting Earth at risk
because of a border dispute
with the Vulcans?
We disrupted
the Xindi test,
took their weapon.
We may have helped
save your world.
I guess I'm not familiar with
the Andorian concept of help.
I don't need to justify my
actions to you, pinkskin.
I swore an oath
to the Imperial Guard.
My loyalty lies with them.
My crew won't let you take
the weapon without a fight.
Your ship isn't
fast enough to catch us.
You'll have
to slow down
to pass back through
the anomaly field.
I anticipated that.
When Talas was working
on Enterprise
she disrupted
the main sensor array.
They may be able
to catch up to us,
but they'll have
no way to find us.
( grunting )
You like to talk
about repaying debts.
I've owed you that
for a long time.
Take the captain
to an escape pod.
Don't worry.
We'll alert Enterprise
where to find you.
T'POL:
We disabled main power
on both Reptilian
ships.
The other vessels
aren't pursuing us.
What about
our sensors?
Back on line.
You were right, sir.
If I hadn't been watching
that Andorian officer,
it might have taken
weeks to find out
where she sabotaged the array.
Their ship?
It's approaching
the anomaly field.
They reduced
speed.
We'll intercept them
in 14 minutes.
We've begun
examining the weapon.
Excellent work.
I'll see that you receive
a commendation.
With respect, General,
I'd prefer you didn't.
Transmit your analysis
as soon as possible.
TALAS:
Commander Shran.
What is it?
Enterprise is approaching.
Where are they?
80,000 kilometers.
They're hailing us.
Captain Archer.
I'm glad to see
you made it back safely.
How did you find us?
You don't think I'd let
your people work on my ship
without appropriate supervision.
Give us the weapon.
I respect your perseverance,
but you don't actually think
you'll be able
to take it from us?
No.
I think you're going
to give it to us.
Willingly.
( chuckles )
I should have warned you.
Don't drink too much of that
Andorian ale in one sitting.
You tossed me overboard before
I had chance to thank you
for letting us access
your sensor telemetry.
When the Xindi
tested the weapon,
we were able to intercept
their activation codes.
Give it to us.
Or we'll detonate it
in your cargo bay.
You'll lose your prize.
I'd rather do that then let you
take it back to Andoria.
Why? We're not your enemy.
I can't take the chance
that you'd use it
against the Vulcans.
What have the Vulcans done
to deserve your loyalty?
You said you came
to help us, Shran.
You can still
make good on your offer.
I'm sorry, pinkskin.
You're not giving me any choice.
I don't believe you.
Take us into the anomaly field.
T'Pol.
Shran to Cargo Hold Three.
What's your status?
The firing matrix
has activated.
I believe the device
is arming itself.
Shut it down!
We're trying, Commander.
I'd get rid of it
while you still can.
Report!
They have less
than 30 seconds.
Shran...
T'POL:
20 seconds.
Clear the hold.
Prepare to open the bay doors.
Six seconds.
Let's get moving.
Already on it, sir.
No damage, sir.
The Andorians?
They were much closer
than we were.
Their hull's intact,
but there's
significant damage
to their engines
and power systems.
Open a channel to Shran.
Ask him if he requires
our assistance.
ARCHER:
Captain's Starlog,
supplemental.
Commander Shran graciously
declined our offer of help.
The last we saw of them,
they were limping away
on auxiliary power.
You have something?
SATO:
Just before
we went to warp,
we received
a transmission
from the Andorian ship.
It wasn't on one of their
normal com frequencies.
It was encrypted to look
like subspace interference.
Let's see it.
Apparently, they had time
to take some detailed scans
while it was aboard their ship.
Judging from the clandestine
nature of the transmission,
I'd guess that
whoever sent this
didn't want
to be discovered.
Get it to Starfleet Command
right away.
Why don't you and Trip
join me for dinner tonight?
I have some Andorian ale
you might like to try.
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